Tuesday, December 06, 2011

On this past Mother's Day, I was surprised and gratified to receive from my luscious hubby a Kindle. He had an anxious look in his eye as he handed the package to his bibliophilic wife. "It's the closest thing to the printed page," he assured me. "And, now, you can store thousands of books in one place." Then, wistfully, "I thought you might like it for when we're traveling . . ." Ah, my poor, sweet spouse. So many times I had seen that fleeting grimace cross his face when I filled my tote with tomes for our numerous plane trips. Usually around four big ones. Really heavy ones. Tote-strap-straining, knee-cap-bashing, TSA-suspicion-inducing volumes from whose extravagant bulk I would usually extract two completely devoured books per trip. But, you always have to pack more reading material than you possibly need. I mean, the worst thing in the world is to be trapped on a plane with nothing to read.

So, in the gift of the Kindle, Jason was hoping not only to give me pleasure, but to make his own life a little easier. And I like my Kindle. But, I still love my books.

In fact, it is with dismay that Jason has noted no significant decrease in the incoming stream of books to our home. True, I've purchased a few items for Kindle; but, those have always been books I may not have otherwise purchased. That is, for my Kindle, I have only bought the ephemeral and amusing -- books on current events or political memoirs. Nothing that I would ever care to read again. It's like an instant, expensive library.

But, books are so much more. If there is a book by an author I know and love, I purchase the paper and glue version. If there is a book I may want at some point in the future to use as a reference, I purchase the paper and glue version. If there is a book about which I am so enthusiastic that I cannot help but scribble notes in the margins of, I am thankful for the availability of those margins and realio-trulio printed words over which I can run a highlighter.

As every voracious reader knows, you get a system with books wherein you can find almost instantly any passage you want by memorizing (without trying) the pinched thickness of pages both before and after your desired passage and the format of the text on the page and the topic sentences of the paragraphs thereon. It is a skill as surely as a cook's ability to plop in the right amount of spices without thinking or an equestrian's ability to sit on a spooked horse without panic.

"But," my husband pleads, "you can do all those things with your Kindle. Search through it; make notes; highlight text, take it with you wherever you go . . ." Unfortunately, though some people may be able to use and appreciate those features, I find them cumbersome and annoying. Plus, there is something about the feel and smell of a book that Kindle, no matter how slender, readable, or portable, can never duplicate. Pace, Mr. Bezos. I'll stick (mostly) with books.

So, I think that, much like the poor, books we'll always have with us. Or, maybe at least, we'll have them until my generation (or the generation right after mine) dies out and takes with it the old-fashioned notion that ink and pressed wood pulp is the ideal medium on which to enjoy written expression. But, oh, what a gloomy world that would be -- without reassuring shelves of spined-out volumes reminding us of where we've come from and heartening us with whispered promises about where we could go. I feel sorry for the future digital people.

Why I Write (At Least On Good Days):

"Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy - meditate on these things." --Philippians 4:8

Witty, Wise and Wonderful Words

She was not in the least afraid of loneliness, because she was not afraid of devils. I think they were afraid of her.
--G.K. Chesterton, The Ball and the Cross, Chapter XI, "A Scandal in the Village"

The Obligatory "About Me" Section

"I dream of simple things I can believe in." -- Amy Grant
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"I will dare to dream. I will dare to believe in something, baby. And I will dare to be happy. I will dare to be happy." -- Carolyn Arends
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"It's so amazing how Your voice keeps breaking through -- and I can hear You." -- Carolyn Arends

Places I Like. Organizations I Support.

And Now, A Little Love For My Neighbours to The North

Canadians rock! We salute the native land of Carolyn Arends, L.M. Montgomery, Isabel Paterson, Mark Steyn, Tim Horton's (Toujours Frais Café!), SharlaZ, Ryan the Lutheran, Rebecca from BC, some of the best comedians and comediennes, and countless other creative artists, intellectuals, and all-around nice folks who enrich our lives! (And I must not forget the lovely Robin Sparkles!)